I was standing in line at my local Burger King about to order my 'usual', a Whopper and two cheeseburgers, with a coffee because i was quite tired. All of a sudden three black dudes walked in wearing gangster style clothing.

They were behind me in the queue, whispering, whilst this would not normally bother me but i remembered the recent Kenyan violence and turned round to notice them flashing gang signs indicating the planned to rob my beloved Burger King. How did i know this?

I had to be pro-active, as i was served i turned round and threw my coffee at the first gangsta then kicked him in the groin. One of the other guys ran for the door, the other looked at me in horror long enough for me to launch my Whopper at him full force, hitting a weird device he had above his right ear. He went down and i ran out into my car.

I didnt want any recognition or to be some kind of John Smeaton but i was heroic of Greco-Roman proportions.

24 inch pythons, if only more people showed your strength world peace would be inevitable. You are a hero (don't deny your legacy) and a beautiful soul. The world is a richer place for your compassion.